Hi. So here is my take on what happened after 8x16. It's been written several times before in so many great ways, and I don't think I came up with anything completely different - but I just had to write it anyway. I really wanted to convey all the emotions that the two of them inevitably must have felt that night. I hope I did them some justice. But most of all, I wanted to give space to all my thoughts about how they wrecked Donna's bedroom the way we see it at the beginning of 9x01. Ever since I first saw the episode, I couldn't stop thinking about it and imagining every detail of their second first night together.
I've been working on it for months, and while I'm still not completely happy with it, I felt like now was the time for it to finally see the light of day.
Hope you like it.
The lights in her bedroom were already on. Even though she wasn't on her way to bed yet and she wasn't even in her bedroom when Harvey knocked on her door, Donna always liked her apartment being bathed in soft lights. It felt cozier for her, the place felt less empty with little lights in every corner and she felt more comfortable this way.
Now that she is dragging him over the threshold with her and he is instantly pinning her up against the nearest wall, this fact is quite conducive as to not leave them in complete darkness, enabling them to not only feel but also see what is going on. To experience with each and every sense that this is really happening and not just another wistful dream.
In the hallway, just a few seconds ago, she had carefully stopped him in his tracks because she didn't want their second first time to happen almost fully dressed on a side table in her entrance area. She wanted to make it last, she wanted it to be special and unforgettable, and not just something that happened in an excess of emotion. She wanted him in her bed, she wanted him naked, she wanted all of him.
But entering the bedroom seems to have flipped some kind of a switch inside both their heads. The rushing, somewhat chaotic touches immediately become more forceful, determined and demanding. And somehow Donna doesn't care anymore if he fucks her in the hallway, against the wall or on the floor. The excitement, thrill and bliss have given way to pure lust and desire and she couldn't and doesn't want to think anymore but simply surrender to him.
Harvey doesn't want to waste another second either when he pulls the dark blue silk top over her head, tosses it carelessly over his shoulder where it comes to land somewhere on the bed, and greedily makes his way over the exposed skin. As he sucks and licks his way over the flesh of her breasts, Donna is finally able to get rid of his tie, which she had failed at earlier, letting it drop to the floor right next to her. She also manages to undo about half the buttons on his shirt before she gets too distracted by his ministrations once again. He bends down and his mouth wanders from the valley of her breasts, still clad in a bra, over her stomach to her belly button, while his hands slide down her sides and send pleasant shivers along her spine. Unerringly, his hands find the waistband of her pants and pull them down, directly followed by her lace panties. Both drop to the floor and he begins to kiss a trail up her right thigh first and then her left until he arrives directly in front of her center.
When Donna feels his hot breath on her folds, it's almost too much for her already and her knees feel weak. Her head falls back against the wall at the same second as he places a kiss on her mound, right above the beginning of her slit. A whimper escapes her mouth and she automatically widens her stand to give him better access. His tongue glides gently through her folds then, all the way from her entrance up to her clit. Realizing how wet she is already, Harvey groans against her soaked flesh, causing her to moan louder. "Harvey," she gasps as her hands fist his hair and pull lightly on it as if to silently ask him to stand back up and to let him know that they would have time for this later, that she needed more now, needed everything, needed him. And that she was more than ready for him.
Her impatience makes him grin smugly against her center and he helps her free her feet from her pants and panties before he stands back up and catches her lips in another breathtaking kiss. The pants are flung backward and land on the bench in front of her bed. As they deepen the kiss, Harvey undoes his belt and fly, enabling his pants to slip down to his ankles. Donna reaches for his groin and begins to stroke the distinct bulge through his boxers. He gasps at her delicious touch and in one swift motion she frees his dick from the fabric to give him a firm squeeze. Before his boxers even have a chance to join his pants on the floor, his grip on her waist tightens and he lifts her up, her legs immediately wrapping around his middle, and he presses her harder against the wall.
And then, it's like the earth stops spinning for a second. His eyes are pitch black, an exact copy of her own aroused look. They exchange a big smile and never break eye contact as his solid dick finds her entrance and slides into her. Slowly moving forward, filling her inch by inch, stretching her to her limits. They both moan loudly at the sensation, at the overwhelming feeling of them finally being connected in the most intimate way after all those years again, and as he bottoms out he just has to close his eyes in pleasure. As he starts moving out again, her eyes shut close, too and her head falls back once again. His strong arms hold her close and he starts thrusting in and out at a forceful pace, her right hand clutching to the fabric of his dress shirt in a hopeless attempt to ground herself, a breathy "oh god" escaping her mouth.
Nothing but mixed moans and groans, a small cry here and there and a wet slapping sound fill the room for the next couple of minutes, as Harvey penetrates Donna steadily, hitting deep with every thrust. They are both not holding back, letting their desire run free completely. It dawns on Harvey that they both must be pretty loud, literally making the walls shake with their vigorous movements. For a millisecond, he wonders if he might be going too hard on her or if her neighbors might feel disturbed. But her next lustful cry and her ankles pressing more forcefully into his butt erase all thoughts as quickly as they came and he just picks up the pace to fuck her even harder.
It's not long before he feels himself nearing the point of no return already and it's way too soon for his liking. He's been so on edge ever since their lips met for the first time that night, completely turned on and overwhelmed by the fact of finally having her the way he's been dreaming of for so long. But as much as he's been waiting to spill into her again for years, as much as he wants to give her everything he has right here and now, he doesn't want this to end. At least not yet.
He knows that he can't retard this forever, and of course they can and will go another round later, and probably another one after that as well. But he also knows that nothing will ever come close to their second first time together, nothing will ever feel like this again and he wants to get the most out of it for both of them. He wants this burned into their minds forever.
So he slows his movements and rests his forehead against hers, trying to calm his labored breathing. Donna seeks his gaze and as their eyes meet she, of course, gets him without a word. Admittedly, she is also pretty far gone already and she doesn't mind giving them both a moment.
She catches his lips with hers and kisses him slowly while he steps out of his pants and boxers, leaving them abandoned in the middle of the floor. He walks over to the armchair in front of the window, gets rid of his shoes on the way, carelessly kicking them aside, and sinks down with a sigh, his dick still buried deep inside her. They both take a moment to calm down, to gain back some composure and let the whole situation sink in.
They get lost in another passionate kiss until there is absolutely no air left in their lungs. And it's only then that Harvey unhooks her askew bra and finally frees her boobs completely, immediately catching them with both hands to feel their weight and squeeze them firmly, causing her to let her to sigh in pleasure. The bra lands on the armrest next to them and he takes his time to fully absorb the feeling in his hands and the sight in front of him – Donna now being completely naked on his lap, red waves falling over her shoulders, swollen lips, tight nipples, her center connected with his. It's without a doubt the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. He wants to tell her just that, but he still can't get a word out.
Donna turns her attention back to his shirt that she started to unbutton earlier but couldn't finish because of all the overwhelming emotions she felt and because of the urgent need to simply kiss and touch and feel him instead. Now, she finally manages to open the last few buttons and pushes the fabric off his shoulders, causing it to fall over the backrest of the chair. Both her hands settle on his taut chest.
Now that the last barriers between them are finally removed, offering unrestrained access to each other's bodies, Donna has finally arrived in the moment completely, starting to realize what all of this implies. When she opened the door earlier and their eyes met for the first time that night, she already knew that this was different from the other time, that this was so much more and that it was going to change everything. But it is only now that this realization entirely reaches her consciousness. She searches for his gaze once more and whispers a shy "Hi" as she cups his cheeks. Harvey beams back at her and whispers a husky „Hey," squeezing her hips.
And then she starts moving, slowly bobbing up and down on his dick, a content smile on her lips that he gladly reciprocates. Both gasp heavily on the renewed sensation and Donna holds on to his nape as she sets a slow but steady rhythm. His mouth devours her tight nipples a little more, letting his tongue run in circles around each one after nibbling softly on them. But soon he searches her mouth again, kissing her with all he has as she increases the pace of her movements.
His hips come up to meet her every downward movement, thrusting even deeper into her, causing her to moan loudly. Their dark and needy eyes are glued to each other, hands roaming over every inch of skin they can reach, clutching and scratching here and there.
It's not long before Harvey senses the familiar tugging in his lower abdomen again. He knows she's not there yet, so he grips her hips tighter and brings out a strangled "Donna" as a warning to slow down her movements if she doesn't want this to be over soon. He tries to reach between their bodies to tease her clit to at least take her with him, but she doesn't stop moving, not giving him a chance to hold on. She doesn't care if they are coming together or not right now, she just needs him in every way possible.
And after the next couple of thrusts and a whispered "Let go" from her, he really can't hold back any longer. A smothered "Oh fuck" leaves his mouth and then she feels his whole body trembling and his dick jerking in her core, spilling his hot essence into her. She rides him a little longer to milk him completely before she eventually comes to a halt. Harvey pulls her closer as he leans back against the backrest. He holds her tight and breathes her in and his fingers languidly stroke her back as she just clings to him and lets him come down from what seemed to be a very intense high.
After catching his breath he whispers into her hair, barely even noticeable for her. "You weren't there." It sounds more like a question than an accusation and she pulls back to look at him for a moment. „I'm here now," she whispers in response. A second passes in which they just stare into each other's eyes, and then Harvey's smile widens and he sighs "Yes, finally". Her lips find his, sealing her words with a heartfelt kiss. Later that night she will ask him to say it again. Just to reassure them both that she is still here, and that she will stay with him forever if he wants her to.
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"Have you got a tissue?" he asks after another breath or two and she just motions to the bedside table next to them. He holds her tight and gets up from the armchair, pushing it back a little to have more space. The movement causes his now limp dick to slip out of her and they both chuckle at the smacking sound this causes. Before his cum gets a chance to drip out of her he lays her down on the mattress, reaches for a tissue on her bedside table and wipes her clean - a mundane but yet incredibly loving act and she just smiles and watches him.
He takes a moment to finally get rid of his socks, throwing them in the direction where he assumes he left his shoes. He then kneels in front of the bed, spreads her legs and lowers his head between her thighs. She purrs in anticipation and sinks into the mattress, a throw pillow pinching a little uncomfortable into her back. She grabs it and throws it off the bed but sinks back down quickly to fully absorb the feeling of him.
The moment his tongue properly hits her clit for the very first time she cries out in pure lust, still being extremely horny. He has her squirming and rumpling over the sheets in mere seconds. He's eating her with relish and she is pretty sure that her pussy has never been handled like this before. She just feels him everywhere, his tongue and lips working her folds and clit in a delicious yet torturous way, two fingers of his right hand stroking her inner walls as they move deep inside her, his other hand reaching for her breast to knead it. "Harvey," she moans as her legs tighten the sling around his head and pull him as close as possible, having no intention of ever letting him go again.
He can feel her inner walls already clenching violently, and his dick seems not unaffected by Donna's pleasure as well. Instead, it's standing proud and tall again, ready to go another round. Harvey speeds up the movement of his fingers and mouth and the sounds that he now gets from her make his dick twitch and ache for being inside her again. It's the sounds he has been dreaming of for over a decade, the sounds of pure dedication and letting loose. And god, how he wanted to coax those little oh god's and yes, Harvey's and fuck's from her again.
As her back arches from the bed and her body spasms in front of him, he almost comes again, too. He patiently rides her through, keeps his fingers moving in and out and keeps sucking on her bundle of nerves until he hears her giggle softly. He pulls away then, giving her overstimulated senses some time to recover.
He kisses a trail from her belly over her chest up to her neck and she pulls him down, wanting to feel his weight on her. He settles down next to her so as not to crush her, but his lips never leave the skin of her throat and his arm wraps firmly around her frame. Donna turns her head to catch his lips and get a taste of herself. They both get lost in the kiss, but when she feels his proud manhood knocking against her thigh she knows that they are not near finished yet.
Anticipation floods her mind once more and she turns slightly in his embrace so that her back is facing his front. She hooks one leg over his and he immediately gets the hint, shifting his body to get his hips into the right position. His dick glides through her damp folds and finds her inviting core with ease. As he slides into her again the sensation is once more completely overwhelming, feeling like they've never not done this and like the very first time all at once. They quickly find a common rhythm and he fucks her so good that Donna can't help but whimper, his arms holding her in place as her fingers dig into his forearms. The position makes her impossibly tighter, drawing sweet sounds of pleasure from him as well.
It's ridiculous, but Donna's whole body is covered in goosebumps when she realizes that she's never felt safer and more held and treasured like right at this moment and at the same time she's never felt better fucked. In the arms of the love of her life. And as if he could read her thoughts he groans into her ear „You feel even better than I remembered.", before he pulls out and back a little and motions for her to get on her knees. It's quite impressive how effortlessly they get each other. But if they are being honest, it has never been different. Even though communication has never been their strength with each other. The thing is - there were never many words needed at all. And it turns out that this is not different in bed.
Donna just gets on all fourth and crawls forward a bit to get hold of the headboard as Harvey throws two more pillows away to make more space for them. He grabs her hips and enters her again, all at once in one swift motion. She cries out because the new angle allows him to hit much deeper and she's pretty sure that no one ever reached the spots that he does right now, not after the other time.
The position also enables him to reach her clit and as he picks up the pace of his thrusts he also begins to draw tight circles with his fingers and within seconds she explodes in another orgasm, her tight clenches pulling him over the edge with her, panting her name like a prayer.
As his motions eventually come to a halt, her body still shuddering underneath him, he can't help but smirk smugly because they already managed to find the perfect timing for their orgasms, something that usually takes couples some practice. He leans forward, nibbles on her neck and kisses her everywhere he can reach before they collapse onto the mattress together, their bodies sticky from sweat and euphoria.
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They are both grinning like complete fools as they lie there in silence, diagonally on the bed, just bathing in the bliss of the moment, leisurely caressing and kissing each other with closed eyes. Without a care in the world.
Eventually, Donna carefully gets out of Harvey's embrace and heads to the bathroom to clean up. Several minutes pass before she returns to him, two glasses of water in her hands. He positioned himself on the bed while she was gone, back now leaning against the headboard, legs casually stretched out. He shamelessly ogles her - still completely naked - from head to toe as she approaches the bed with a not exactly unintentional sway of her hips. "Thought you might be thirsty as well" she states simply as she hands him a glass, placing the other one on the nightstand after taking a sip herself. "Thanks," he mumbles before gulping down half of the water. "Come here", he growls as he sets the glass down, spreading his arms to invite her between his legs. She gladly accepts and as soon as she takes a seat he wraps his arms around her, nuzzling her neck with his nose. "I was starting to worry that you might just leave me sitting here." he groans into her ear. She giggles at his assumption, but squeezes his hand with her own and states in a serious tone: "Oh no, this right here is way too good to just bail out on.", not daring to turn her face and look at him. Even though she knows everything is different this time, she is afraid to face the truth already and that it might not mean the same for him as it does for her. But his instant "It is.", followed by a gentle kiss on her temple, calms her immensely and gives her the reassurance she didn't know she needed. He hugs her tighter and for a long while they just sit there and Donna already thinks that she is about to doze off in the warmth of his body surrounding her.
But then he gently brushes some strands of her hair behind her ear and whispers "I missed you" and she swears that her heart stops for a second. She has no idea where this gentle, open, vulnerable Harvey of tonight is coming from all of a sudden. All she knows is that she damn well likes it. It just feels so freaking surreal.
Harvey hopes she understands that he didn't just mean the trial or even her going to the bathroom, but that he's missed her for the last 13 years, every single day that he couldn't have her the way he secretly desired. Every single day he couldn't give her what she deserved. And when she turns her head to him he can see in her big and shiny eyes staring at him that she gets him. So he just grabs her by the back of her neck and kisses her like she's never been kissed before, and soon their touches become more demanding again and his hands travel all over her body, kneading and scratching and stroking their way down between her legs.
Harvey's delicate movements are driving Donna crazy within seconds and her head sinks back against his shoulder in pleasure, but she never takes her gaze from the incredibly beguiling image of his large hand between her thighs. He strokes and circles along her folds and clit at the same time as he teases the nipple of her left breast and as he eventually sinks a thick finger into her entrance she arches her back in seek of more friction, fueled by the feeling of his growing erection against her lower back.
He fucks her with his fingers a little longer but soon enough she gets out of his embrace to turn around and sit on his lap. His legs cross under her as she sinks down on him, eliciting a low grunt - that she already found out was her favorite sound in the world. She comes to a halt once he is buried into her completely, searching for his gaze and he opens his eyes and gets lost in the hazel in front of him. "Harvey," she whispers, almost desperately, and he catches her lips in his and their tongues start a teasing dance, encouraging her hips to start moving. It's by far the softest and most intimate round so far. They go incredibly slow but keep each other as close as humanly possible, watching and holding one another, letting everything sink in. They pant in unison, their bodies sweaty, cheeks flushed, hair tousled.
When Harvey at some point needs a little more, he softly pushes her down onto her back, immediately crawling over her. He grabs her calves, leads them up to rest on his shoulders and sinks in again, soaking up her facial expression of pure lust as he hits her deep with one hard thrust, eliciting a loud cry seeming to come from another world. The sensual love-making from before is replaced by rough sex again, every once in a while interrupted by an open-mouthed kiss. He plays with her bundle of nerves and she is the first one to topple over the edge again, her body shuddering and squirming underneath him, small groans falling from her mouth. He thrusts into her a few more times before he is able to let go as well, spilling a smaller amount of his essence than before into her, but being no less satisfied.
They collapse onto the mattress, completely spent from their activities. Donna is still breathing heavily, a sigh falling from her lips every now and then. "You okay?", Harvey asks eventually, propping up onto an elbow to watch her properly. She opens her eyes and chuckles. "Are you kidding?" she quips. "You're making me feel so good.". Harvey's mouth stretches into the biggest grin and before he can retort anything, she pulls him down for a long kiss.
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When he excuses himself to the bathroom, she rearranges her position in bed and takes a moment to absorb her surroundings. The bed is completely rumpled, blankets tangled together and crumpled at the end of the bed, the top he had torn off her body a few hours ago somewhere in between. She can't help but grin at the picture in front of her. "We fucked up the room quite properly" is the only thought she can manage to think.
Soon she realizes that she's getting a little cold without his warmth surrounding her, and she pulls the blanket up, loosely covering her body with it and closing her eyes for a moment as her head sinks into the pillow.
When she opens her eyes again a moment later, he is leaning in her doorway in all his glory, a soft smile on his face. "Stop staring" she teases as she props up onto her elbows. She just has to check him out and admire his appearance - broad shoulders, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, his dick limp but dangling proudly between his legs as he approaches the bed. There is no denying that he is illicitly handsome and oh so manly.
"Stop staring yourself," he retorts, making her giggle. "It's hard not to stare at this," she states, pointing at his body. She sits up and reaches out for him, starting to caress his right thigh. He closes his eyes immediately, and even though this wasn't meant to start anything, she soon finds herself placing wet kisses along his soft length. She massages his balls and circles the tip with her tongue and he immediately responds with lazy twitches, though he's having a hard time growing. Feeling that he might need some more time, Harvey therefore stops her and crawls under the covers with her, starting to indulge her body with endless kisses and caresses, until he gets back to her center somehow.
He starts to eat her out again, her scent and taste have already made him addicted. And she lets it happen, herself long since addicted to each and every one of his touches. He can tell that she is pretty spent from their hours-long lovemaking as he continues to lick and suck and finger her. Probably almost as much as he is. But when at some point the next orgasm shoots through her body it still seems to be the most intense one he has given her so far. Patiently riding her through and waiting for her to reach earth again, he can sense that it, of course, didn't leave him unaffected. His dick has been throbbing again and again while he went down on her. That's why he gets on top of her and enters her again, slowly moving in and out with his by now only half-hard dick, way too spent from before to function properly. He's not 20 anymore after all.
Her body and mind are completely drained by all the sensations of the night and she feels the emotions bubbling up inside her. One look into his tired but still piercing eyes and she wants to cry from happiness and also a bit from being so completely overwhelmed.
"Say it again," she whispers, needing the confirmation once more and he gets her immediately. "I looked around and you weren't there," he murmurs, softly caressing her cheek. "I'm here now," she reassures him, tightening the grip on his back. "What?" she asks after recognizing a change in his expression. "I just … wish I'd come to my senses sooner," he admits with a sigh. "It's okay," Donna assures him. "I was worth the wait."
He thrusts into her once again and when he presses a "Donna", she isn't entirely sure if he wants to confess all his feelings for her right at this moment or if it's simply just the fact that he is too spent to finish this. But she doesn't feel that they need any words right now, so she just retorts "I know," and adds "We have to get some sleep.".
Harvey exhales in relief, not quite sure himself what he was just about to say. Now he's glad that he will have some time to gather his thoughts and decide on the right words before he actually speaks them. He slowly pulls out of her and snuggles into her side, burying his nose into her neck as she keeps stroking his back. His left hand searches for hers and when he finds it, he squeezes it tightly.
"Everything's changed", he mumbles, suddenly feeling completely stunned. But it's not meant to sound doubtful or wary. It's supposed to mean finally. Supposed to mean everything has changed for the good.
"I know", Donna replies. She is staring at the ceiling, not able to form a coherent thought and praying for this to not just be a dream. She barely manages to reach behind the bed and switch off the light before they both fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
A/N: I'm pretty sure there was more dialogue, light conversations and bantering between rounds. But since I'm not good at writing such things, I'll leave that to your imagination :) If you've made it this far - please leave a review. It would mean the world to me.
PS: Stay tuned for chapter 2 which is about to come soon.